Inky Blackness
She studied the pale man in the cell. "So much rage", she thought to herself. "How does he stay sane?"
"My lady?" a voice in her head echoed. "May I ask what you are doing?"
"Observing, Heimdall. Just observing." She replied silently.
She could tell Heimdall was not happy with this reply. "I am leaving now. Sorry for the intrusion." she replied to the voice in her head. And she disappeared.
The pale man never noticed her.
Odin strode into his private chambers and cast off his cloak in an impatient move. As he did so, his presence changed from that of an old, white haired king, to that of a tall, thin, pale man, half his age, dressed in all black. Loki found the pretense increasingly tiring, though he was unsure exactly what to do about it. He threw himself into a chair, wearily, glad for the opportunity to be alone.
"Hello, Loki." A voice came from directly in front of him.
*Flash* An explosion rocked from Loki's fingers on the wall where the sound came from.
"Nice aim, Loki." The voice sounded warmly appreciative. "But I have no intentions to harm you."
While Loki looked on warily, a woman dressed in a soft blue dress and cloak appeared.
"Sigyn", Loki breathed a sigh of relief. He then looked suspicious. "What are you doing here?"
The lady smiled, "I could ask the same of you."
Loki glared at her. "What do you want?"
Sigyn could feel the tension in the room. He was like a cat, ready to attack.
Holding her hands open, she stepped towards the God, with a soft smile, "I am not going to betray your identity, Loki. You have nothing to fear from me."
Looking still suspicious, Loki relaxed, and repeated his question. "What do you want, Sigyn?" he said, with a sharp tone.
"To rescue you from this prison you are in. "
Loki looked confused, and then laughed. He sat back and crossed his leg, while saying "I think you are too late! I have already escaped from prison, if you hadn't noticed. "
"I didn't mean Odin's vaults, Loki." Sigyn stepped one more step towards her old friend. "I meant the prison you have trapped yourself in." She looked at Loki for a long while. When he made no comment, she continued, "The prison of your rage. It consumes you and will destroy you."
Loki looked at her as though she were mad. He then started to laugh, a cold, cruel laugh. "What? My rage? Are you joking?"
Sigyn smiled at his laughter, but not in a cruel way. She seemed genuinely pleased to hear his laughter, even though it was clearly mocking her.
When he had stopped laughing, a tense silence hung between them. Loki hissed, "Tell me about my rage."
"Your rage has trapped you here. In a form of the person you despise most in the world, in a kingdom that will only be yours while you are its false king. You will never rule as YOU, Loki. Only as a pretender."
Loki stared at her with understanding and hatred.
"You are alone, with no one to council you, as it is too dangerous. All the people you have loved are dead or hate you. Your name is spat upon by your subjects right in front of you every day."
"And I get the feeling that day to day life as Odin has started to lose its appeal."
Sigyn waved a hand and started to disappear. "You know where to find me when you get too tired of this… game." And was gone.